Murali Nagapuzha

The Small Store

Adjoining my life

I set a small store

Of little smiles

And laughters

Enveloped with dimples

And sweet smelling sound

I come to life thinking about them

I come to what is real

From stations and electricity bills....

© Rahul Sharma 2012

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Amiya Bhattacharya

Sadness besieged me
Sadness besieged me
 Alone..
 When I woke up this morning
 An April day
 Thought about the memories
 I so much cherish
 Under the umbrella of sleep
 In the night
 Devoid of those
 Who left no stone unturned
 Ideas
 To kill me..

To mockingbird -
 Who in this large world of infinite desires
 Seeks life in a single pebble
 Floating on the stream
 Flowing down the rocks
 I look and say
 O my bird
 Where dost thou find yourself
 Entranced in this world of eagles
 Who beguile you to clouds
 And cut your wings
 Thrash you to the world beneath..

In the rains befitting my soul
 I look at the clouds
 The rocks of air
 Enticing me to live and
 Then again
 Rocking me down
 A spear of lightening
 Leaving me alone
 A withered leaf
 Drenched with moisture
 But dying of its want...

In a seldom hope that spring shall come
 You spoil your rain
 Thinking about about those memories
 Which never were
 And which never could
 Be part of what you see suiting your life
 Because my friend
 Everyone is as alone as you are
 Behind that mask of smiles
 Everyone is as weak as you are
 Enshrouded by an armour
 Who keeps hopes away
 And allows not the life
 To come out of it..

And being alone in rain
 We pity others
 Trying to feel strength
 In the weakness of others
 Deceiving our weak self
 That yes there is someone
 Who needs our help
 There is someone who is
 As wretched as we don't
 Want the world to know about us..
 And we perish
 By the hands of a fox in sheep
 And leave our world adrift
 Of any hope of happiness...

© Rahul Sharma 2012

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Satish Multhalli

Re-Death
I kill my present,

looking for a future past

-when I was sad,

happy too-

to meet the ghosts of past

-I kill my present-

who scream to me

that they helped me once

out of the grave they put me into-

laughed at me; held my shoulder

killed me; gave me a new life

when from a happy present

I had retreated to them

"once upon a time"…

I kill myself:

everyday,

every night,

to wake up anew

with new thoughts

but into a past

listening to them-

the ghosts of past-

which were too dear to me

the ally,

and reasons,

of my bad past…

And the cycle continues-

taking birth

committing suicide

every day-

-being sad in past

-questioning the present

compromising with pain

being contented with those in pain

-a patient with a patient-

not coming out of

of the hospital:of past..

And being surprised

when happiness comes

-the ray of hope-

the quest:

for darkness overpowers;

and you recede back

-once again-

killing yourself

meeting your friends

-the fellow patients-

suffering like you

not ready to heal
but making everyone sick…
©Rahul Sharma 2012

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Anjolie Ela Menon

The Silence of his Life
Kafka sits alone

pondering...

if only he could

 feel relieved

from the world

crackling in the backdrop...

All serene...

yet hooting.

Amid the silence

of his life...

black and white life.
© Rahul Sharma 2011

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